#so her having short hair is anachronistic to actual romans at the start of her 2000 year stint (though shorter hairstyles will come into

[quietwingsinthesky]

I NEED YOUR OPINION ON SOMETHING REAL QUICK. Should fem Rory have long or short hair

thinks about this for a minute. she has long hair for all of s5 until she dies, and when she’s brought back, she’s also brought back as a man, picturebook perfect to be a roman soldier, and accordingly, her hair is shorter than it’s maybe ever been in her life. (amy also still recognizes her. of course she does.) anyway, she still chooses to stay in this body, alien as it is to her but no more than the plastic, really, and does so for 2000 years. her hair doesn’t grow. when people tell stories about the lone centurion, they’ll call her a man, they’ll say him, but it’s just Rory, protecting Amy, like she always has.

it’s after the big bang and the wedding and running away with the doctor (again) that rory starts to feel. uncomfortable. can’t put her finger on it, but then again, there’s always that looming dissonance of having lived two lives, one a plastic toy soldier and one a regular woman growing up. and. oh, you know what? her hair’s long again. and she’s looking at that, thinking about that, obsessing about that, because the whole of it—all two thousand years adjusting and bargaining and living in a body that wasn’t hers, suddenly being shoved back into the one she died in, like moving back into an old apartment full of cobwebs and dust and knowing where all the furniture used to go but wondering if you really want to drag it back into place—is too big to look at.

so a little bit into s6, she gets Amy to cut her hair. shorter than it’s ever been in one life, quite close to how it always was in another. amy’s very careful with the scissors. there’s a weight to losing her hair. maybe freeing later, but halfway through, she doesn’t freeze up because she’s a million miles and years from home and god, what if she goes back and her own family doesn’t recognize her- Like they couldn’t, like she doesn’t still have her own face and voice, but maybe she tried to approach them once, knowing it was a bad idea, and they looked at the lone centurion like a stranger.

amy calms her down again. all the long locks are cut, so it’s just about evening it out now. the gentle buzz of amy shaving up the back of her neck. the tiny rumble against her skin and the instinct to relax under amy’s hands as she trusts her to do this. and it is gonna end up a little messy and uneven. but i think rory likes it. or at least, that it’s familiar and it’s hers. and i think she keeps it like that the rest of her life. especially when they get sent back in time and there’s no way a pair of lesbians are gonna have it easy back a hundred years. but a husband and wife and their kid? well, that’s a different story, and rory is good at playing a role to keep amy safe.

does that answer your question?

[amazable01]

Mr. Sanders Neighborhood

A collab with @theobsessor1

A03 link here

Chapter 2

A soft sigh escapes Logan’s lips as he steers his car into his neighborhood. The library manager had closed it early due to one of her daughters falling ill. She had thought it would be best to use the day to take care of her child, explaining that they needn’t worry since they would work a full shift tomorrow.

The self proclaimed prince had kept his word and toned down his dramatics, acting with more consideration towards others. Although he occasionally can still be a bit of an obnoxious nuisance, Logan must admit his presence has grown on him a bit. Not that he’d ever tell the man that, of course.

Speaking of Roman, he had decided to take the opportunity to go shopping, claiming he needed more things to liven up his house with. Of course, this included more than a few complaints about how drab his home looked to make his point.

Shaking his head to himself at the memory, he refocuses his full attention back onto the view through the windshield, directing his car into his driveway and parking it.

Stepping out of the vehicle, Logan takes notice of a small moving van across the street. Boxes are strewn about outside of the truck, possibly too heavy for the new house owner. Speaking of the new house owner, they appear to be struggling with several boxes they had piled into their arms, while trying to avoid tripping on… what look to be several dogs in costumes running around their feet.

Deciding to try to be a gentleman, Logan walks over to offer his assistance to the troubled soul.

Upon a closer view of the young man, Logan can clearly see what one less professional as he could call a cute outfit. A pastel blue sweater worn under white overall shorts, and tall black cat stockings paired with white converse. Although, their absurdly bright and curly mop of pink hair is a bit of a distraction.

“Excuse me sir but, could I possibly assist you with those boxes?”

A surprised squeak comes from the man before he tries to turn around and look at Logan. His two soft, blue eyes peek at Logan from around the boxes.

The stranger lets out a small giggle before he speaks. “Oh, gosh, I didn’t here you come over! Of course you can help! Could you possibly grab that top box from my stack? Can’t quite see you with it there.” his bubbly voice carried a foreign accent

Logan quickly complies, taking the box from the man, leaving them both with one.

“Thank you SO much. If you hadn’t come to help, I might have dropped it on one of my babies!”

“I’m happy that I could help prevent such an travesty,” Looking down at one of the pets that have gathered around him by now, he’s confused. The animals curiously sniff him, and look him over. “It, um, would have been rather unfortunate, should anything happen to your, um... pets?”

What Logan had originally perceived to be dogs in costumes was not at all to be the case. Two of the creatures looked strangely like foxes, one being a fluffy, brown thing, and the other more auburn and orange with several tails. The last creature, however, is probably the most bizzare. The animal is teal, almost turtle like in shape, and with a possibly live and very large plant bulb seemingly growing out of its back.

“They’re not pets, they’re more than that! Well... I guess you’re TECHNICALLY right, seeing as some people view them that way?” He shakes his head, getting his thoughts back on track. “Anyways, we better get these boxes inside before our arms fall off.” He laughs a bit, going to place a box down inside the house

Logan follows suit, trying his best to casually avoid the “non-pets” as he enters the house. Placing the box into one of the several piles scatter throughout the place, Logan tries to ignore the annoying clutter in the home already.

“Oh goodness, I always forget my manners! My name is Patton Joy, but you can just call me Patton.” Kneeling down and attempting to hug all three of his “babies”, Patton continues. “And these three little lovelies are Yoko, Yuuna, and Misaki.”

Logan nervously adjusts his tie, watching Patton seemingly boop his nose to each of the odd creatures. “You can address me as Logan… If you, umm, don’t mind me asking, what exactly are those?” He gestures vaguely at the “animals” surrounding Patton.

Patton tilts his head to the side curiously. “Oh, I don’t mind in the slightest! They must not be very common here if you don’t recognize them.” He gently pets the nine tailed fox. “Yoko here is a Vulpix”

It seems to repeat Vulpix, as if in agreement. Must be its bark...

Patton points to the brown fox, and then the turtle thing. “Yuuna is an Eevee, and my sweet little Misaki is a Bulbasaur. I’ll finally be getting a Happiny when I complete my nurse training! ”

Taking note of the unfamiliar animal names for further research, Logan directs the conversation to something he actually understands. “You’re training to become a nurse?”

Patton stands back up, dusting himself off. “Yup! Just about everyone in my family is a nurse. I hope to follow in their footsteps, even if I’m a little special.” Swinging his arms cheerfully, Patton walks over to the front door, addressing Logan once once he’s there. “Now, will you be helping me with the rest of these boxes? Some of them are too heavy for me to get on my own, but I’m sure someone like yourself could handle them easy peasy!”

“It just so happens that I have nothing else planned for the day, so I can gladly aid you for the rest of the afternoon.”

Placing the last box down, Logan sighs. He can hear Patton cooing at his pets in another language from the corner of the room,

There’s a particularly loud sound from one of the creatures, causing Patton to gasp excitedly, and speak quickly.

Before Logan can move to try to investigate what’s got his new acquaintance so thrilled, his back pocket vibrates. Taking his phone from his pocket, a message from Roman pops up, asking where Logan is to show off a few of Roman‘s purchases.

With a roll of his eyes Logan quickly texted him back, informing the man of his whereabouts. There’s suddenly a loud bang, starting the logical man. Looking up, Logan finds Patton digging through a box, a box that had fallen over beside him.

“Patton, what on earth are you doing? I thought you were going through the boxes tomorrow?”

Patton pops out of the box, giggling. “I’m trying to find my baking pans! I want to bake some cookies for you, since you’re helping me.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that-” Logan’s interrupted by a loud knocking on the open front door of Patton’s house.

“I have arrived!”

Roman stands in the doorway, posing. He looks over, gasping.  “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me we had a new neighbor sooner, Logan! I would have canceled my shopping trip.”

“I was busy helping them move boxes, and therefore didn’t have time nor ability to message you.”

“What?! Ugh, if you had texted me I could have come to help too! You just wanted to hog the adorable young man to yourself, huh?”

“W-What?!” Splutters Logan, “I couldn’t, wouldn’t! I would NEVER do such a thing, Roman!” Roman looks him over before huffing. “Fine. I’ll let it slide. This time.”

“Um... Logan-kun, is this a friend of yours?” Patton asks, peeking out behind Logan to get a closer look at Roman, his pets doing the same motion.

“Hmm, more acquaintances, really.” Logan smirks at the gasps he had come to know as offended princey noises. “Patton meet Roman. Roman meet Patton.”

Roman takes a shallow bow. “It is a pleasure meeting you, dear Patton! I hope your stay is as joyous as mine has been!”

Patton giggles. “It’s nice to meet you too!”

Yoko, the “Vulpix” had walked over while they were talking, going to sniff at Roman. “Oh my stars!” He bends down. “And who are these adorable little angels?!?!”

Patton once again introduces the creatures, labelling them finally as “Pokemon”, and shortly after him and Roman are engaged in an energetic conversation about animals they both have encountered.

Logan can only shake his head and watch the two hyperactive males, hoping the next neighbor would be a bit calmer. He can already tell these two are going to be a lot to handle.

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